My folks very generously gave us the money to replace the old 1970's garage door two, maybe three years ago. We were always going to get around to it. We finally did. A wonderful new garage door with an electronic garage door opener which is whisper quiet and smooth.
Now the trim needs to be fixed and painted. And don't you just know it. If the trim needs to be fixed and painted, then the whole house probably needs it. We knew this was going to happen. We knew that as soon as the door got replaced, we would want to paint the house.
Don't you just love owning a home. There is always something to improve, paint, mend or change. Should we go with the same cream with dark brown trim or go for something exotic to upset our neighbors such a mauve or khaki green?
Mom is usually the one who knows where everything is, right? The conversation in our house last night as I sat in the living room reading a book.
Father bought James a remote controlled hummer for christmas and they were playing with it. It came with tractor treads and tires. They were trying to change the tires.
Father: I don't know where the tool is to change the tires.
Me: behind the boat on the bookshelf in James room.
Father: Where are the tires?
Me: on the floor in James room.
Father: I only found three.
Me: There's one on the kitchen floor next to the computer.
They putter around with the hummer for quite a while, then decide to disturb my reading time with --- the fart machine.
Father bought a fart machine for Christmas, wrapped and put it under the tree. The day before Christmas, Luna is lying under the tree. James and I are watching TV. Luna lets out a loud fart. After about the 4th time in a hour, I start to get concerned about the loud so…
It pleases me to no end that I got an A in my Science and Religion class. This was one class, I was truly surprised by my grade. It had been a little more difficult that the others and my heart wasn't totally into it. My brain has been into working on my book - "Floating on the surface." My book - I just love that sound of that. I am working on "my book." Silly, yet a simple pleasure.
I have days where it flows and there are days I'm knocking my head against the keyboard trying to figure out how to phrase it. Those days I don't get much done. But, you know what. I am loving it. I truly enjoy writing. My goal is to finish it this year. In the meantime I am reading and learning about the art of being a novelist, researching things for my story and dissecting how well known authors write their books.
In the meantime as life marches on - Lessons are proceeding well. We are gearing back up to a full schedule…
We are in between storms at the moment and all is calm and quiet.
Thursday night, Father and I just happened to watch the news. Something we rarely do these days. The newscaster was talking about gearing up for an emergency and have your flashlights and supplies ready. We look at each other - what? Seems a huge storm was moving in and the word was to batten down the hatches. The forecast called for rain, rain and more rain, plus wind gusts up to 80 mph in some areas. The winds woke me up in the wee hours of Friday morning. It sounded like a freight train outside our window with things on the patio rattling around.
Both James and I were up around 6:30 no longer able to sleep. The rain came in sheets and whipped against the front door, the birch tree kept creaking as it swayed and I watched my neighbors huge pine tree branches bending with the wind. We lost power for all of an hour. We were the fortunate ones - other neighborhoods lost power for se…